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    <title>not happy....</title>
    <published>2007-10-10T01:26:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-10T01:26:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been a while since I've been truly happy and content.  I thought that the summer would help mend the would left behind, but once school was back, it ripped open.  I have my good days, and I defiantly have my bad days; today was one of those bad ones.  I'll be as discrete as possible, even though I know that the person I'm referring to will read this (I plan to have a conversation with her before that person reads this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main problem is I'm in constant contact with this person.  The individual requested a job in my department before the fall-out, and it is my professional duty to respect the deal made.  What kind of man would I be if i went back on my word?  A man's word and his reputation is all he has in this world, I will strive to keep mine in tact.  And this individual is an exceptional employee in the extensive history I've gathered over a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this person and I have a lot of history.  We both know how each other think and operate, and know how to get to each other's core.  Over the past few days, this individual has really started to get to me.  At first glance, I've just let it go because I'm a professional staff member of FPU and this person is a student, so I have no right to get upset and cause a scene because of this person's behavior.  But today, I was pushed to a breaking point and I had words with this person in private, and per usual, I was told my actions were unjust, I was wrong, and I'm a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep sending mixed messages to each other, and I'm getting very confused.  One day I think this individual wants to return to the old ways, and some days I think this person wants nothing to do with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "Time heals all wounds" is not showing itself to me.  I don't have time to heal my wound.  The individual seems to have done so, but do I really know?  Is this individual happy?  Did this person find someone who does what I couldn't?  More then I could?  I will never know, and I have no right to that knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few options.  I can either fire this person and shrink the exposure down to a minimum.  I can "act like a man" and deal with my emotions on my own and keep them inside.  Or I can talk to this individual.  I know I should do the last one, but I don't know where things will end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time and space.  I'm getting neither and frustrated.  I get angry when I see how easy the individual moved on, and how I can't seem to do the same.  At least I have distractions (FD, EMT class, a few friends, work).  Well I know you're reading this, individual.  I tried calling you and your phone was off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are just ITCHING to figure out who I'm talking about, figure it out.</content>
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    <title>add another one..</title>
    <published>2007-08-19T21:09:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-19T21:09:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Another ballpark visited, to add to the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shea Stadium&lt;br /&gt;Yankee Stadium&lt;br /&gt;Fullem County&lt;br /&gt;Camden Yards&lt;br /&gt;Fenway Park(yesterday)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pastabowl295:13416</id>
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    <title>summer recap</title>
    <published>2007-08-15T14:11:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-15T14:11:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This has by far been the toughest summer for me.  I've suffered huge blows to my state of mind, and my state of being.  I expierenced true bordem this summer.  I learned there is truely nothing to do in the town that time forgot.  Living on my own is not as good as it used to be.  I worked a lot.  I worked Presiency and the Press, the week long conference from hell.  I was also dumped.  That probably did me in this summer.  She broke my heart, and made the week long conference we both had to work very ackward (se broke up with me a week prior to the conference).  It's been tough for me to get over it, because it was such a shock.  There was no signs of a falling relationship, like one would expect after a year+ of love and devotion to each other.  She lied to me, and that hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is not a sad sappy post meant to get sympathy from the few individuals who read this, or make the ex upset.  It's just something I need to get off my chest in a desperate attempt to beging getting over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that, it's going to be so hard to get over her.  she meant the world to me and I just can't forget about the amazing times we had together.  For me, this process is like a roller coaster, constanty bouncing up and down.  It seems that when I'm by myself, my thoughs tend to fall towards her, our past, our potential future, and everything in between.  When I'm in the company of friends, I don't even know she exists, which makes you think that all I should do is hang out with friends, all day long.  Wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers at the fire house have really done some good for me, helping me develope, not only as a firefighter, but as a person.  They were there for me when I was at my worst, and have helped.  And to that, I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did anything positive happen this summer?  Of course!  What kind of an anti-social indivudual do you take me for?  I went home a few times to visit the family and the few good friends I have in New Jersey (and I miss Jersey tremendously).  Mom and I went to a Yankees/Mets game, and the normal crew (Nichole, Steve, Andrew, Mike) went to another Yankee game, this game was when Alex Rodriguez hit HR # 500, so that made for a really cool day, and of course, me being in Manhatan always makes for a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited a lot of friends in the area, as well.  Went up to Manchester a few times for the Fisher Cats game (AA affiliate of the Blue Jays).  Those are fun games.  Really clean ballpark, family oriented, all that fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, I think this has been the most difficult summer I've had to live through.  I'm strong, I will get through it, and the students coming back in a few weeks will help.  She is working for me in the fall, but that was an agreement made prior to the split, so I just cannot fire her, that would not be professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a professional.  I will make the best of the situation and keep pressing on.  A bad memory, and that's it.</content>
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    <title>been a while...</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T14:06:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T14:06:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I wrote in this journal.  Part of that is due to my lack of creativity and nothing earth-shattering to write, and also my poor writing skills.  I've also been trying to write a screenplay, and my writing energy is being devoted to that task, even though that is getting really hard to get done.  I'll give you a treatment in about a few paragraphs, if you promise not to steal my idea (this isn't a pitch, way too long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James (some Jewish last name) is a Jewish kid from a small town in the bible belt of the deep south.  His family is originally from New Jersey, and has moved down to the South to get away from the city life and to start a new life.  The family had connections to the Jewish mafia and the father made a bad deal with the head boss and in order to save his family, he needed to move as far away from the city as he could, so he chose Alabama.  James's father tried to move some stolen Diamonds and couldn't sell them all, so he tried to keep some, now owing the head Mafia boss 7.3 million dollars, and then loosing all the Diamonds.  James never liked this decision, because  James wanted to pursue a career in film making, and he feels that New York City is the only place for a new film maker to get his big break.  James has to leave his friends and his girlfriend behind.  He had it made back in New Jersey.  He was popular, a good student athlete, the envy of his peers, and a lady-killer.  James's girlfriend is the first girl he loves and is not just with a girl for the sake of having a girlfriend.  There is something about this girl that makes him feel complete and that his life is worth living for.  All that now occupies his mind is how can he make it back to NJ, back to his old life, and how to continue to make movies without the backdrop of the most photogenic city in the world, as he puts it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James's parents are trying to get work in the small Alabama city where they now live.  This is a typical deep south poor factory city, where you either become a sheriffs, or you work in the textile factory on the assembly line.  James's father was a certified lawyer and worked as a District Attorney, and his mother was a Biology High School teacher back in NJ.  James's father can't get work as a lawyer, and James's mother is very uncomfortable teaching in any of the school's in the area, she feels that all the kids are so under-educated that she's waisting her time.  But still, this is better then running from the Mafia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is having a rough time making new friends in his new school.  The kids don't know much about Jewish culture so the are very anti-semitic to James.  He went from a big fish in a small pond to a tiny fish in a huge pond, and the lowest man on the totem pole.  James's girlfriend dumps James because of the long-distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family begins to break apart at the seams and nobody is happy with the situation.  James is struggling at school, James's mom can't seem to get through to her students who just don't want to learn, and James's father is reduced to the textile factory since no body will take his credentials from New Jersey.  The family can't make ends meat anymore.  James is forced to drop out of school and work at a Wal-Mart, where he writes his script during his lunch break.  James saves enough money to buy himself a camera, and begins shooting on his time off.  James's father finds about that James is waisting time with a movie, but to James, this is what keeps him sane.  James finishes his movie, behind his family's back and submits it to a film festival with a cash prize of $10,000.  After fighting with his family, the agree to let him submit the film, and it wins the festival.  A Hollywood director is present in the festival, and sees James's work, approaches him and they begin talks of getting him into film.  James gets a Hollywood directors contract in the seven digits, and gets his family to move to Hollywood.  His father gets a practice started, his mother teaches at the local college, things are good again... then comes the Mafia.  They track down James's father and demands his 7.3 million dollars.  James takes all the money he's made after he directed his first full-length and pays off the mafia boss, and we're out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be a bit too long for a story but I know there are still a few story lines that need some more work, but that's why this is called a "treatment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my life in New Hampshire, things are slow.  Work has been pretty relaxed, the FD hasn't really been busy in the last few weeks (I haven't run a fire call in about 2 weeks, maybe more), just been really relaxed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home.  I miss all my friends in Jersey.  I really miss Erika, and I want her to come with me to NJ so bad.  My mom and Ilana have been bugging me to come home, so I might do that next weekend, I need to look into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you guys think of the treatment.</content>
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    <title>Posting for Jon from Erika</title>
    <published>2007-02-15T03:31:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-15T03:31:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Holidays generally aren't Jon's thing. But why not? If it's an excuse to celebrate, I say CELEBRATE, and I dragged Jon in with me. Today was a nice day. Despite Jon being sick the past couple of days, he sent me flowers. He was really sick. I took some time yesterday to make him food and clean his apartment a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're watching High Fidelity right now. It's his favorite movie, and apparently he watches it every Valentine's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...what else is going on in Jon's life? Well, he's working in the Fitz still (&lt;small&gt;not fired yet! Yay!&lt;/small&gt;.) There's the new producer, Annie, and we're all welcoming her, and Jon is showing her around the studio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon made me mini hotdogs. That's *not* in reference to his penis. Jon is huge.</content>
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    <title>blackout of 2007 - decent sleep in 35+hrs = cranky!</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T13:37:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-17T13:37:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Power went out in the cheshire county area at approximately 9:30am on Monday, January 15th, 2007.  Power was spotty in most of the Monadnock Region, and the majority of Rindge received power back on Tuesday, January 16th, 2007 at approximately 4:00pm.  There are still areas of Rindge that are dark, and may not receive power back until sometime later today, and that would be considered moving fast on PSNH's part.  So why do I bother telling you all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the firehouse, assistant with the emergency relief from 1048 on the 15th, until 0000 on the 17th.  I had a 4 hour break in between where I was lucky enough to get some sleep at home.  I was suffering from seveare sleep deprivation.  It's going to be a shiny day in Rindge! (why does god hate us so much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MISSED 24!</content>
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    <title>Real journal entry</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T22:27:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-22T22:27:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that last post, but I was having a joke with Erika.  I lost.  I'm not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fantastic news!  FPC HIRED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I HAVE A GOD DAMN JOB!  HOW ABOUT DEM APPLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's prefect.  Everything in my life is going so god damn good.  I got good gifts for Chanukah, got a "Christmas gift", things with erika and I are just wonderful, things cannot get me down.  I'm still on this natural high of euphoria right now and I do not want to come down.  I also got the new Incubus CD, and it's so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. WOW!  I have a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an official resident of Rindge, NH.  how did that happen?</content>
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    <title>cuz someone's making me</title>
    <published>2006-12-19T00:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-19T00:38:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">only writing cuz erika says so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's it!</content>
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    <title>pastabowl295 @ 2006-11-13T23:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-14T03:28:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-14T03:28:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, my my my, has it been a while.  I think I'll update to keep my thousands upon thousands of dedicated readers from burning down my new house (yes, i said new house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, it's an apartment, but I do live in a house.  I moved out of my new jersey house and back to rindge, if you can believe that!  I got a job (finally) at FPC, working as the media technical specialist in an interim level.  I have applied for the full-time position and the process is about to start.  My phone interview is tomorrow, and I wanna knock it dead, so I must get a good amount of sleep (studio 60's back on... i'll be back in 8 to 9 min)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL BREAK 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, if you haven't started watching this show, please do.  I would hate the network to cut it due to poor viewership&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the job has been going great, and i really like working with the students to give them the help they need.  I really pray that I get the job.  I would hate to move back to jersey so quickly (as much as i love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment!  I totally forgot to talk about it!  It's the shit.  it's probably the best "first" apartment anybody could've found.  I get wall-to-wall carpeting, satellite TV, internet, a garage space, and all utilities for a real fair deal.  The garage is probably the best feature, because the internet surly isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with erika and I are working out great.  I really feel that my move has done a lot of good for us, and being able to see my baby on a regular basis is really exciting and still makes me smile.  Now i have the ability to see her whenever i need to (show's back on)... (and now we're back) I really am extremely content right now.  Scared.  but content.  things are looking good, but it can all come crashing down in a heartbeat.  better start being more optimistic.</content>
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    <title>the real world sucks</title>
    <published>2006-09-27T01:56:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-27T11:29:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yea it def. does.  to all my friends in college, stay there as long as you can, because the end of college brings real world, and it's so hard to actually do anything sucessful.  So far, i've worked part time jobs, nothing in the realm of mass. comm., but i have a bunch of leads (or ledes, if this was a journalism article) and they aren't coming back with anything yet.  CBS is still jerking me around, ESPN comes up every now and then (up right now), now i know someone from my congeration that has connections to a local news station (News Channel 12), and FPC is knocking at the door, and i'm waiting on a good job from them.  So far, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm applying to become a temp (substitute teacher) for the hackensack system and there is so much bullshit and money involved, and it's not done yet.  I still need to pay 75 dollars to process paperwork, i had to pay 78 to get fingerprinted, and 7 to the city of hackensack, and 10 to fpc for an official transcript.</content>
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    <title>my so-called life (get it?)</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T23:10:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T23:10:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hope, and pray to god someone gets that refernce (erika, u don't count, u know this one too well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with the good news&lt;br /&gt;1) skippymobile's back! (thank the LORD)&lt;br /&gt;2) i might have a professional job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news...&lt;br /&gt;it's not in the slightest related to televison production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan Trading is looking to hire sales representives on an entry-level, manager training program.  I swear i DO NOT want to become a manager.  A Producer, maybe, but never a manager.  It will be 400/week, plus commission, so it  can't be all that terrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fuck it, my car's back.  i'm happy</content>
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    <title>doot doot doot</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T03:57:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T03:57:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me (duh).  I got back from a vacation seeing Erika.  It was an amazing trip (for many reasons).  We went down "tha cape" as the locals say, and stayed in Hiyannus, where all the stupid Kennedy's are from.  EVERYTHING's named after them.  People are obbessed over this family, to the point of living vicariously through them (sad).  We stayed in a friend's cottage with some other people, all of which were Erika's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nebbish is here! (u ain't cool unless u know who he is)  he's tryin to type with his nose.  too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the skippy car will not die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't know, some duchebag named pablo blew a stopsign and hit the rear driverside of my escort, spinnin me out.  but i will not be paying a single cent on it.  take that pablo!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charline'll be back in action on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love a mass girl</content>
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    <title>I CAN SEE!</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T00:52:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T00:52:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>YES broadcast, Yankees vs. Devil Rays</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well, all day my eyes kept bothering me, and I had trouble seeing.  Everything was blurry, and no matter how much I wet the conctacts, they were still blurry.  My dumbass had them in reversed.  See... my eyes are un-equal in the strengths.  I think the left is -2.25, and the right is -2.75.  Fixed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new flat panel 19'' widescreen LCD came in yesterday.  it is AMAZING.  Things look so sharp with the new monitor.  It's amazing what a new monitor can do to make things look so much better.  Today was a good day at work, even though it was only 4 hours.  The pool is really cloudy, the chlorine level is low, the pH is very low, all the chemical levels are all off, and I want to do something about it.  Problem is I am not allowed to do so because the pump room is locked up and only accessible by the building super.  But that doesn't bother me all that much, because I've lost the ability to care about those details.  I do care about the World Plaza, because the people who patron that pool really do care about all of that.  To the point where one guy will take the skimmer pole and start cleaning the pool when I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika in a few days.  Extremly excited to see her.  Miss her terribly</content>
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    <title>pastabowl295 @ 2006-06-28T21:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-29T01:40:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-29T01:40:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've been listening to Led Zeppelin non stop.  God they fucking rock, man.  I was born in the wrong generation.  I'd make an excelent baby boomer, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot going on in Jon's life since the last update (not like many people who read this are not in the "loop"), but regardless, I feel obglated to inform the masses, after all, why else do you have a livejournal?  So you can vent your frustrations at certian organizations and then have those exact words published in a public bi-weekly with a circulation of 2,000?  (Go fuck yourself Pierce Arrow staff of 2004).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did not get the possition at ESPN like I had hoped.  Beth Rogers from their pruduction department told me that right now, ESPN is fully staffed, and this is the first time they have been in over 15 years, so that says something.  But I think I impressed them enough that the second a possition opens up, they'll let me know.  I was instructed to keep in touch with them and send updated resumes, and to try and gather some professional expeirence, which is what I'm trying to do right now.  There are a lot of people who are trying to help land me a job, and I've acted on all of them.  Trent's mom knows the Director of IT at the Clinton Foundation office in Harlem (Uptown Manhattan for those who are clueless on how NYC is layed out).  They are looking for someone who has any knowledge in networking and new technologies, such as cell phone syncronization (those annoying blackberry's you see rich fuckers toting around).  Mrs. Spiner knows that I have a good understanding of that and whatever I cannot bring to the table I can pick up quickly.  She did a good sell for me and got the nervious director who's way over his head to at least take a look at me.  I'm supposed to hear from him any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBS is still in option, but Eric Shapiro (Director, CBS Evening News) is an extremly difficult man to get ahold of.  I spoke to Jeff Salgo (Ass. Director, Newspath, former professor of mine) and he's really gunning for me to get into CBS, so he's going to give that a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard from an alumni at ESPN that WMUR (ABC-Manchester) is hiring right now, and I looked on their website, and found they are looking for a Master Control Room Operator.  I get to play with wires and equiptment, and finally get paid for it!  Only problem is that it's part time and would require me to move to the Manchester area.  We'll see what happens with that.  I'm not looking too much into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm still lifeguarding for APM.  The job pays well and it's really easy, just very boring when the day goes slow(like today).  Oh, by the way Erika, someone came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my darling...she came for the weekend, cuz she loves me so.  Erika told me that before meeting me, she had no desire to come to New Jersey, because of all those stupid, and very untrue, stereotypes that the Garden State has to it's name.  That attitude was changed when she saw just how much there is to do in this fine state.  We went down to the Jersey Shore (Pt. Pleasent), went to a few of the many parks in the area, shot some pool, went into Manhattan, did a late-night diner run with friends, movies (both theater and rental), and the topper of all toppers... white castle.  Lots of first for her.  The only part that sucked about the entire visit was driving away from the bus stop with nobody in my passenger seat.  Driving down Canal St. was kind of hard.  I miss her so much already.  But I'll be going back up there sooner then I can blink.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN SOMEONE HIRE ME ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-k, all done</content>
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    <title>"She Talks To Angles"</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T21:49:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T21:49:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was driving the van today for work when one of my all-time favorite songs came on the radio, Black Crowes = She Talks To Angles".  It's such a beautiful song, yet the message is really dark.  It talks about drug addiction, suicicde, depression, and other bad stuff, yet the melody and ghe guitar is beautiful, it just makes me feel so mellow and relaxed, and god did I need some relaxation today.  I had to deliver helium tanks to six gas stations all over Passaic County, and Fort Lee.  Now if you're not familiar with a gas station in the NJ/NY metro area, they are ALL run by Arabs.  And none of them speak a god damn word of english!  "Hello, I'm with 'Life O' The Party' and I have a delivery for you, where would you like me?"  How hard is that?  "wha-wha-?  I sorry, no understand"  FUCKING CHRIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  I'm not against immigration, but learn our god damn language, or get the fuck out.  Come here and work, and know how to communicate with the rest of the country.  And don't be a rude son-of-a-bitch to a delivery guy, he's just making rounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a HUGE &lt;bold&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/bold&gt; to LUKOIL.  Rot in hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika's coming soon!</content>
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    <title>Not too much to report</title>
    <published>2006-06-09T02:27:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-09T02:27:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The subject gives it away.  Still no word from any job perspectives, so I'm still working at the balloon place.  The job so far has sparked one nice perk, and that is I'll be working on a Hollywood movie set in New York on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.  I'm going to be blowing up balloons for Spiderman 3, and I'm more excited to be on a set then to be working on a set.  I've seen lots of footage from behind-the-scenes footage of movies in production, but to be on an active set is just about a dream come true.  Maybe I'll be able to see Kirsten Dunst, that cute thing (but not as cute or nearly as sexy as a special someone...). And so I don't get in trouble, I have to take a picture of Tobey Maguire, just so everything's kosher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a great idea at the firehouse meeting tonight.  I'll share it with you!  Maywood Fire just launched a brand spanking new website, one that we really needed.  We needed a new site like a diabetic needs sugar! (lame...)  Well, I got to thinking.  I've made promotional videos for Rindge Fire (the one to get a new fire house), I helped out on another fire department related videos, and if I can get my hands on a camera, I'll make a little commercial to get some members.  The guys seemed to like the idea, but because this is Maywood, I have to go through the proper channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad's coming over for a few beers and Rescue Me, and the Yankees just lost to the Red Sox.  Up-to-the-minute results, baby</content>
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    <title>Memorial Day Festivities</title>
    <published>2006-05-29T23:35:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-29T23:35:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Postal Service - "The District Sleeps Alone Tonite"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Fucking awesome weekend!&lt;br /&gt;(the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I thought that was funny, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 2nd annual BBQ at my house was last night, and what a turnout!  I saw friends that I hadn't seen in  YEARS!  Danny Carola came, and I havn't hung out with him since middle school, that's how old school I went.  The bbq started out slow like last year and people just started showing up.  We went through all the beer and most of the food, but everybody was waiting on the steaks I grilled.  Those went over HUGE!  I'm not being modest but I grill a god damn good steak.  Even my mother said it was good.  My mom was partying with us!  She was not drunk like I was, but she was having a good time hanging with Sarah's mom.  Everybody was really well behaved and seemed to be chill and relaxed, and nothing was broken.  No cops came, everybody got home safe, no accidents, and an overall successful time.  Fred and I do a damn good job throwing a bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting up for 9am sucks.  I woke up with a small hangover, and then had to get to work at the FD.  The FD does a memorial service at the park every year, like pretty much every department that I know of (maybe not Rindge, cuz I don't even think we got a memorial).  Then after the ceremony everybody comes to engine 2's house (engine 19 by radio) for some food, and my buddy Vic and I had to go there and help out, captain's orders.  It was good because I hardly get to hang out with those guys, because they're across town and in a different house.  There's a small rivalry between the two engine companies, so I'm instanly an enemy stepping into their house, but I was put to work and that went over well, so good for me.  Then the parade.  Full dress blues (Class A, which means pants, shirt, jacket, tie, gloves, hat) in humid 84 degree weather.  SUCKED ASS.  But it's all for a good cause.  Mom came and took some pics of me marching, because that's what mom's do.  My poor mother, she thought the parade started at 10am and was in Maywood, when it was in Rochelle Park at 11:30!  She calls me up around 10 asking where everybody is!  She's a good mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the hell out when I got home.  Sweating my balls off and just exausted from today and yesterday night.  There wasn't a hell of a lot of clean-up to do, because everybody took care of their own trash, so we were pretty cleaned up last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the CD I made for Erika, and I'm reminded of why I made it in the first place.  It is making me very happy and calmed, and is giving me a sense of peace.  I'm remembered how lucky I am to have found such an increadible girl that makes me happy and is just a very loving person.  Hey, Erika, Postal Service is playing right now (would be "our song", if the lyrics were a bit happier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys are coming over and then we're getting some italian ice.  Clydes is amazing, you must check them out on Maywood Ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out mo'fuckas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to everybody who came.  I have kick-ass friends</content>
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    <title>8am work blows</title>
    <published>2006-05-27T23:47:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today I started my first full day of work at "Life O' The Party", it's a company that does party planning, but they specialize in balloon inflation and design (remember back in high school and middle school when youre jewish friends had bar mitzahs, or sweet sixteens?  all those balloons had to be set up by a designer.  That's who I work for).  I really don't blow up the ballons, because I suck at it.  I can't tie a freaking balloon!  what's up with that!  My main job is to take the ready-made centerpieces, arches, and other balloon structures, load them into the full-size van, and deliver them all over the tri-state area.  So far I've delivered to Newark, Weehawaken, Midtown Manhattan, Wayne, and Butler.  There are some really nice ballrooms in this area!  The Weehawaken joint sticks out in my mind, because it's right on the Hudson River, and if you're familiar with the area, it's right next to the dock for the Weehawaken Ferry, so you get a beautiful view of New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a fucking delivery guy.  Wonderful!  But it's ok, it's good money, and I know the owners of the place through the temple, so it's all good.  I'm not getting special treatment or anything like that, but they are nice and pretty laid back.  It's an overall nice place to work at, as long as you do what is expected of you.  Mark (the owner)  even got us lunch today, even though it made my stomach turn.  Never eat Popeye's chicken.  So bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ tomorrow at my place.  5pm is set-up, we should be rollin' by 6ish.  Come and bring friends, it should be a good time.  If it's anyting like last year, oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like wiffel ball... I'm caling fred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well that's a fresher... i'm going on break!"</content>
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    <title>Sick....as...a...dog</title>
    <published>2006-05-24T20:30:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-24T20:30:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Thursday - SIgnals Over The Air</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yea I feel like complete trash.  Bad cold that I got on graduation because of all the rain, and trying to load up a car full of stuff from my dorm, bad combination.  So today I'll be doing nothing but video games and laundry, and then watch the yankee game.  I went out to Hoboken w/ the fellas, and that was probably not a good idea, because I felt worse when I got back in, but whatever, I'll survive, I'm a tough motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no word from ESPN.  I called Jeff at CBS and he told me that he really wants me to work for CBS and get into the director's union (Director's Guild Of America, DGA).  I also applied today to YES network, so hopefully one of these there things will come out successful.  Mom wants me to apply to PBS (local public broadcasting).  I don't know why she thought of them, but it's a good idea, I'll be looking into that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial weekend is coming up, and you know that means big things.  Fred and I are having a BBQ at my house, just like we did last year, and if you can read this, you're invited.  Should be just as good of a time as last years.  Saturday at my place around dinner time (6:30 - 7:00).  Monday's the fire department services, breakfast, and parade, like every year.  And this probie bitch has to cook breakfast for the guys.  Better not fuck up! (no pressure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got for now, I'm going back to my baseball season on PS2.  Maybe I can do better then the yankees are doing right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  Go Yanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love you, miss you erika) = and if you're not erika, i love you guys too!</content>
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    <title>BOOM!</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T23:47:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T23:47:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jim Kaat, YES Network</lj:music>
    <content type="html">BIG ASS explosion.  Like WHOA!  So the transformer outside my house decided it's bored with life and exploded.  It made a very big bang and knocked out the power to  my house for about 3 hours.  That kinda sucked because I was just about to head into the shower, so that idea got the boot (heh, team falcon:)).  So I took care of a few things, bank, change oil, call some people (thank god the phone system still worked).  Then i felt lazy and took a nap, to be woken up by my mom asking me if I watched Grey's Anatomy (went to a movie, had mom tape it for me).  So today I haven't showered and have been inside all day.  But that's fine, because I haven't been able to shake this cold of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite's a big night, for TV!  We got the yankee game, which is always fun to watch.  And then we have the Grey's Anatomy season finale, which is a 2-hour episode.  It's staring late  because of stupid bush's speach on immigration.  Stupid Bush.  And of course, 24.  So the VCR's will be rollin' tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Yankee Game.  Go Yanks!</content>
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    <title>Graduation Recap!</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T16:35:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T21:06:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, the graduation ceremony is complete (+1 day).  I don't think it has sunk in just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's cusin, Bram, came from Atlanta!  But the more suprising thing is this.  He stayed in a Holiday Inn Express.  But to understand that you need to understand my cusin.  He's LOADED!  And he complains about going to chain resturants.  He's very "posh", and thinks of only the finer things in life.  He has his louis vetton shoes during the muddy ceremony, complaining about how he can't get them dirty and what not.  But besides those small little imprefections that everybody has (might not be on such a grand scale), he's the coolest person in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my father came from Israel, blah blah blah... we don't need to get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made me really happy was Erika came up for the day (and night before!)  She came up and went out with my mom, sister, bram, and I to the olive garden (our little place) and had dinner.  Was real cool, i got a shitload of money for graduating.  Also got an electric shaver and a stuffed animal from mom (she's so lame but cute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fitz finally gave me some god damn recgonition for my work!  I got the Fitzwater Medalian, which is the highest honor.  Me and six other stuents recieved it.  I was told from nevious (that bitch) that without me, there would't be a working center, so that was cool (ok, now she's not so much a bitch).  What was funny was during the reception there was a slideshow of pictures, all of which were of me in some form, so i thought that was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the graduation was wierd.  We stood around for an hour in maracuella  waiting go walk.  So that kind of sucked but whatever.  The ceremony was pretty boring, but it's not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to the cafe. for some small food, but more importantly, my mom got to meet my professors, including weiner, who i introduced as the coolest professor ever in the history of professors.  weiner is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm back in new jersey, maxin' and relaxin'.  doin' the whole jersey thing (sleeping till noon, staying out till 3, pizza, diners, friends).  well unpacking really.  Dad just gave me some more cash, which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, to all my friends at Franklin Pierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the class of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;My god can you fucking believe we graduated?!  It was an unreal expierence and I would do it again in a heartbeat, but as we all know, we need to move on with our lives and become working stiffs.  Family and friends are what matters most in this world, and I can say that my friends from 2006 are more then friends.  You are family.  The door is always open and do not be a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the classes to come.&lt;br /&gt;You guys fucking rock my socks.  Keep the TV studio going, (Do good!)  and keep making films, the newscast, and all other projects you guys endure.  KEEP TEAM FALCON GOING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special note to this year's frosh. class&lt;br /&gt;you guys were the best freshman a sneior could ask to work with.&lt;br /&gt;Dodrill - you're the fucking man (bitches ain't shit!)&lt;br /&gt;Gorman - someday u'll catch a real fire (when you join rindge)&lt;br /&gt;jeffie... - ur so cute!  you rule dude.  &lt;br /&gt;THE Kim Ruth - you know.  pizza in nyc and a yankee game my ny friend&lt;br /&gt;Swifty - ur insane and i love every minute of your company (stay at pierce...)&lt;br /&gt;anybody else i missed, sorry but im rushing right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course erika.  you know how i feel.  i'll cya.&lt;br /&gt;back to packing!  and the yankee game in 30!!</content>
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    <title>The Final Stretch...</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T20:19:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T20:19:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">College.  The Four Year Hangover! (RIFF joke... all you un-cool people who havn't seen that movie don't get it, so screw all u people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's done.  I'm all done with college.  And I feel kind of empty.  It was a huge chunk of my life, not just the 4 years I spent in bumblefuck NH, but my educational process, from pre-school till now.  Think about it.  I spent just about 18 years sitting in a classroom, listening to someone stand at the front of the room telling me what's what.  At least that was until my senior year in college, where I had a very intresting professor who engaged his classroom and actually taught you things and got you to think for yourself.  Before I took his class, the longest thing that I have ever written was a 10 page paper for a class.  He got me to write a 27 page television script!  And I HATE to write!  So just think of that.  And you want to know the scariest thing?  I enjoyed writing!  (HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY PUDDING IF YOU DON'T EAT YOUR MEAT!!) Sorry, I'm listening to The Wall and loving it.  I'm at Erika's room, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Erika... what can I say except that it's just amazing.  She truely makes me extremly happy, and I am so thankful that she came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough sentimental stuff, I don't need to tell you bastards my personal life, so back off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NJ on Saturday!  Gotta get the crew together and hit up Hoboken, Benny's for the best pizza in the fucking world, hands down.  You CANNOT beat their huge slices... it's just pure bliss.  And YES! (Yankees Entertainment and Sports Network).  I can finally start following the best god damn team in the world more  in depth.  Nothing like coming home from a hard day of work and drinking a beer, watching Mussina just breazing by the opposition, or watching Bubba get better and better with each start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking quickly about jobs.  I'm sure most of you people already know this but the LJ server doesn't.  I had an interview at ESPN studios in Bristol, CT.  They want to hire me as a member of their productions operations department!  How fucking cool is that!  I went on the interview and it seemed to go well.  I'll be keeping all of you informed soon with updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all there is and there aint no more.  Graduation's on Saturday, I'll be leaving New Hampshire, but not for good.  I cannot forget the amazing ride that has been my college expierence.  Everybody in this small New England town have had nothing but love and respect for me, and I cannot thank all of you as much as you should be.  The main difference between my high school expierence and my college expiereance is that in High School I was considered a looser, outcast, dork, a no-body, that wierd kid who doesn't drink, smoke pot, screw every whore he sees, and have no mode of transportation besides what God gave me.  Here at college, I was welcomed for my skills, people enjoyed my company, I was popular, respected, and above all, loved.  So my hat is off to FPC and the Rindge Community.  I will NEVER forget all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby:)</content>
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    <title>pastabowl295 @ 2006-04-30T00:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-30T04:37:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-30T04:39:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;HAPPY BiRTHDAY TO ME!!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a parrot that could talk, but it didn't know how to say I'm hungry, so it died." -mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend's awesome... she got me Queen.  and TONS of comedy.  she makes me laugh via the digital medium of compact disks.  so association property....</content>
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    <title>pastabowl295 @ 2006-04-25T00:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-25T04:54:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Film Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test your movie buffness by counting the movies u've seen.  beat 63:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;001 - Godfather, The (1972)&lt;br /&gt;002 - Shawshank Redemption, The (1994)&lt;br /&gt;003 - Godfather: Part II, The (1974)&lt;br /&gt;004 - Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The (2001)&lt;br /&gt;005 - Schindler's List (1993)&lt;br /&gt;006 - Citizen Kane (1941)&lt;br /&gt;007 - Casablanca (1942)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008 - Seven Samurai (1954)&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;09 - Star Wars (1977)&lt;br /&gt;010 - Dr. Strangelove(1964)&lt;br /&gt;011 - Memento (2000)&lt;br /&gt;012 - One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)&lt;br /&gt;013 - Rear Window (1954)&lt;br /&gt;014 - Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The (2002)&lt;br /&gt;015 - Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)&lt;br /&gt;016 - Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)&lt;br /&gt;017 - Usual Suspects, The (1995)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018 - Amelie (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;019 - Pulp Fiction (1994)&lt;br /&gt;020 - North by Northwest (1959)&lt;br /&gt;021 - Psycho (1960)&lt;br /&gt;022 - Silence of the Lambs, The (1991)&lt;br /&gt;023 - 12 Angry Men (1957)&lt;br /&gt;024 - Lawrence of Arabia (1962)&lt;br /&gt;025 - It's a Wonderful Life (1946)&lt;br /&gt;026 - The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966)&lt;br /&gt;027 - Goodfellas (1990)&lt;br /&gt;028 - American Beauty (1999)&lt;br /&gt;029 - Vertigo (1958)&lt;br /&gt;030 - Pianist, The (2002)&lt;br /&gt;031 - Sunset Blvd. (1950)&lt;br /&gt;032 - Apocalypse Now (1979)&lt;br /&gt;033 - Some Like It Hot (1959)&lt;br /&gt;034 - Matrix, The (1999)&lt;br /&gt;035 - To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)&lt;br /&gt;036 - Taxi Driver (1976)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037 - Third Man, The (1949)&lt;br /&gt;038 - Paths of Glory (1957)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;039 - Fight Club (1999)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040 - Das Boot (1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;041 - L.A. Confidential (1997)&lt;br /&gt;042 - Double Indemnity (1944)&lt;br /&gt;043 - Chinatown (1974)&lt;br /&gt;044 - Requiem for a Dream (2000)&lt;br /&gt;045 - Maltese Falcon, The (1941)&lt;br /&gt;046 - Singin' in the Rain (1952)&lt;br /&gt;047 - Bridge on the River Kwai, The (1957)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048 - Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;049 - Saving Private Ryan (1998)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050 - All About Eve (1950)&lt;br /&gt;051 - M (1931)&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;52 - Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)&lt;br /&gt;053 - Raging Bull (1980)&lt;br /&gt;054 - Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)&lt;br /&gt;055 - Se7en (1995)&lt;br /&gt;056 - Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000)&lt;br /&gt;057 - Wizard of Oz, The (1939)&lt;br /&gt;058 - 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)&lt;br /&gt;059 - Vita e bella, La (1997)&lt;br /&gt;060 - American History X (1999)&lt;br /&gt;061 - Sting, The (1973)&lt;br /&gt;062 - Touch of Evil (1958)&lt;br /&gt;063 - Manchurian Candidate, The (1962)&lt;br /&gt;064 - Alien (1979)&lt;br /&gt;065 - Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;066 - Rashemon (1950)&lt;br /&gt;067 - Leon (1994)&lt;br /&gt;068 - Annie Hall (1977)&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;69 - Great Escape, The (1963)&lt;br /&gt;070 - Clockwork Orange, A (1971)&lt;br /&gt;071 - Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The (1948)&lt;br /&gt;072 - Reservoir Dogs (1992)&lt;br /&gt;073 - Sixth Sense, The (1999)&lt;br /&gt;074 - Jaws (1975)&lt;br /&gt;075 - Amadeus (1984)&lt;br /&gt;076 - On the Waterfront (1954)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077 - Ran (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;078 - Braveheart (1995)&lt;br /&gt;079 - High Noon (1952)&lt;br /&gt;080 - Fargo (1996)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081 - Blade Runner (1982)&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;82 - Apartment, The (1960)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;083 - Aliens (1986)&lt;br /&gt;084 - Toy Story 2 (1999)&lt;br /&gt;085 - Strangers on a Train (1951)&lt;br /&gt;086 - Modern Times (1936)&lt;br /&gt;087 - Shining, The (1980)&lt;br /&gt;088 - Donnie Darko (2001)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089 - Duck Soup (1933)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;090 - Princess Bride, The (1987)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091 - Lola rennt (1998)&lt;br /&gt;092 - City Lights (1931) -worked at the company named after... that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;093 - General, The (1927)&lt;br /&gt;094 - Metropolis (1927)&lt;br /&gt;095 - Searchers, The (1956)&lt;br /&gt;096 - Full Metal Jacket (1970) &lt;br /&gt;097 - Notorious (1946)&lt;br /&gt;098 - Manhattan (1979)&lt;br /&gt;099 - Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)&lt;br /&gt;100 - Graduate, The (1967)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have to update the list!</content>
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    <title>pastabowl295 @ 2006-04-25T00:36:00</title>
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    <content type="html">Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not updated this in YEARS... but erika has a LJ and wants me to update mine so as the nice guy that I am... i can spare a few moments to talk to the 2 people who will read this peice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happened since the last time i wrote in this... god i don't even know how to begin, there's been so much. (just researched... jan 2nd 2005.  OVER A YEAR! take dat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im on the brink of graduation from FPC.  it's been a really fun ride and i can honostly say that i enjoyed it and wish it can continue another four years.  It's ironic that before a few weeks ago i was counting down the days till i get out of this "hell hole"... now a certian person has graced her presences in my life and now things changed.  Erika's still a new girl, but already there's a connection.  We both seem very happy with eachother and she's an amazingly cool girl who is so on my wavelengths (AND SHE'S MASS COMM! -go mass comm, we rule).  what they say is so true.... karma's a bitch!  but it brought me to you, so it's not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.  fyi... the pic?  that's me fightin a 30 acre brush fire.  it's not as impressive as that sounds, but that was the front page image on April 11th's Worcester Telegraph and Gazette's paper.  and you know what that means... the low guy (me) buys the "ice cream" for the dept (aka, beer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FD recently (sunday) had a party for me and steve, cuz we're both graduating soon, and that means we'll be leaving the department.  it was a nice bbq, dispite the rain.  they got me ice cream cake (so good!)  and what was not expected was the plaque my chief got me.  it says "Rindge Fire Department Presents this award to Jonathan 'Skippy' Galed, in appreciation for your loyal service and dedication" and then the date.  HOW COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the girls (marie and carla, with erika's help putting it all together), made a photo collage (sp?) of stuff i've done.  So amazingly cool.  im gonna miss it up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispite all the bullshit i've had to endure here, what with freshman year, which was pretty much hell... to the fpcfd mess, to nevious (devil in human unorgainzation form), things were'nt all that bad.  and i'm starting to get WAY to emotional now.. must get back to my powerpoint.  So... untill next time, "ain't nobody as dope as me!".... paper, take us away</content>
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